On the table sat bowls of food and Declan's father. His mother smiled, "Call it mother's instinct or whatever you want to, I had this feel and prepared your favorite."
Declan chuckled and turned to Mia, "Told you that the best food is always here."
She nodded nervously, although, she wasn't as scared as she had been when she first arrived.
His mother dished the food for them like she had been expecting them. His father was silent as he sipped out of his wine, his gaze zeroed on Mia. "You have been here once, right?" He questioned. Unlike his wife, he doesn't have that quick memory to remember faces he had seen only once, but Mia's was a face he couldn't forget easily.
Mia nodded.
He smiled at her, "You are just as beautiful as then."
She thanked him and they dived into their food. Declan hadn't been joking; the food tasted amazing. It was one of the best Mia had ever tasted.
